Today has been rather blah. I spent the morning working on schedules and reports and memos - blah. I'm getting sick; I can feel it in my ears, throat and lymph nodes - bleech. I stayed in my pajamas till 2:00 - ho hum. It's awful close to that time of month - dreadful. Today I am the epitome of Eeyore:
Eeyore was very glad to be able to stop thinking for a little, in order to say "How do you do" in a gloomy manner to Pooh.
"And how are you?" said Winnie-the-Pooh.
Eeyore shook his head from side to side.
"Not very how," he said. "I don't seem to felt at all how for a long time."
On this dreary day I had nothing to write about, no revelations, no inspiration. Then I looked over at my little potted plant - the forgotten bulbs sown in dubious soil and placed on a dusky shelf. And what did those quiescent nubs do? They sprouted. And more than that they thrived and are transforming into something grand.
Today I am the bulb: indolent and sequestered awaiting the kinesis of light, water and time; all of which will come whether bidden or not. And, the beauty of it is, today, in my abjection, I am quietly sowing the seeds for a grand tomorrow.
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Thank you so much for the understanding words about our losing Kirby. I could feel the virtual hug you gave me, and I loved your suggestion about writing letters to Kirby and letting them go up to the sky in balloons. How wonderful!
We're waiting for Kirby to be returned to us in an urn...so that we can have his little memorial service in the back yard. Our other beagle seems lost a bit...we're showering love and affection on him and hoping his heart isn't too broken.
It's so hard...all I keep imagining is his face after he had passed...his little, blue tongue hanging out...his eyes glossed over. But, the labored breathing had ceased...he was no longer suffering. While it hurts to the core, I do believe we did what needed to be done...in his best interest. I hope someday when we see him again in heaven I can tell him I did it out of deep love.
EEK. Crying again. And, I have the flu bug, too.
I hope that you feel better and that your illness is a short one.
Hugs to you, too.
What a lovely image.
There is nothing quite like it, is there, to witness plants and flowers grow, bloom, become. And to know we are doing this within as well, tending the soil, waiting in darkness trusting that roots are growing deep and all on its own new life will spring forth and take our breath away.
Hope you feel better soon.
I feel myself coming down with an icky cold myself today. That time of year I suppose. Hang in there. :)
Great writing! I loved this post. There is value in the ebbs as well as the flows.
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